Having a great time. Wish you were here.
Love,
Michelle
(In Utah)
poor poor Michi, why would you ever decide to go to Utah?
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
Good to hear your trip’s going well; wish I was there too! 
Because there are Mormen there.
Socks Finagle for that painful pun
I was just kidding Michi, I’m glad you’re having fun.
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
You ever been to Utah? It’s one of my favorite places to visit. Sort of like vacationing in a Road Runner cartoon.
I lived in Utah for 20 years, I can attest to the limit of interest (then again I’m not much of a desert person).
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
Having a great time. Wish you were here.
Love,
Michelle
(In Utah)
Wish I was too. I grew up in western Colorado, and I miss the sights.
If you’re on the eastern side of the state, here’s some sights to see:[list]
[li]Bryce Canyons[/li][li]Lake Powell[/li][li]Dinosaur Nat’l Park[/li][li]Colorado Nat’l Monument (about 17 miles into Colorado off of I-70)[/li][li]Flaming Gorge Reservoir. Try rafting on the Green River just downstream of the dam.[/li]
Have more fun.
S/Tony
(stuck in Virginia)
The word is no. I am therefore going anyway.
BurnMeUp noted: poor poor Michi, why would you ever decide to go to Utah?
If I remember correctly, she earlier posted that she planned to go on a skiing trip out there, pretty brave, if you ask me, in light of the recent Killer trees uprising.
Hey, good for you, Michi! Glad you’re taking a break and recharging the batteries. You deserve it.
And FWIW, I love Utah–but then again cities make me itch after a few days, and Utah is gorgeous. It’s nice to think of Michelle in all that clean air, spare landscape and pure snow.
Have a ball; no one deserves it more.
Good wishes from,
Veb
{thinking of Michelle in all that clean air, spare landscape and pure snow.}
{thinking about baseball statistics so he can stand up from behind his desk}
Seems all the Floridians are headed on vacation… I’m off to Hawaii for a week tomorrow morning. Hope you’re having a nice time in Utah, Michelle, and maybe we can meet up again sometime when you get back.
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“All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”
Hey girl - You’re in Utah?? I wish I would have known, I could have shown you some sites. I’ll be leaving for Alaska tomorrow (yahooooo) but maybe next time.
BTW - I love Utah! It is gorgeous! You have the huge, rocky, snow covered mountains, the bizarre landscape of central and southern Utah, and we even have our own ocean. Great people, clean air, low crime, gorgeous men!
Have a great time. BTW - where are you skiing?
You turn me on. But maybe it’s because I just spent 20 years in the jungle, getting it on with anything I could attract with a piece of fruit.
SanibelMan said:
She’s in Utah, and you’re going to Hawaii.
Geez, I thought when Floridians went on vacation, they went to northwest Ohio or to South Jersey.
Seems only fitting. Reciprocity and all that.
JMCJ
Winner of the Mr. & Mrs. Polycarp Award for Literalizing Cliches for knowing an actual atheist in a foxhole.
“I’m no superhero - I’m a latter day saint!”
-not me! From “Orgazmo”, the Trey Parker movie everyone must see
Hola, everyone. Got back from my vacation on the 21st, and wanted to post about it then, but the board has been down.
Before I left on my vacation, I had been sick. I had a persistant, dry, non-productive cough that I just couldn’t seem to shake. I was taking Nyquil, Dayquil, Tylenol Cold, Vicks, Robitussin, everything. Nothing was really helping me. But since I was not febrile, congested, sneezing, weak, etc, I really didn’t see the need to go to the doctor. I figured I had a little bug and if I gave it enough time it would pass on its own. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
The flight up was smooth enough. I had my Scopolamine patch, which worked like a charm. I still didn’t feel like I wanted to get up and walk around the plane, but I didn’t get nauseous at all. I did, however, cough nearly the whole flight, which embarrassed me to death. When I coughed, it wasn’t this little, polite, ladylike cough that I could muffle with a napkin. When I coughed, it was this great, loud, from the darkest depths of my soul sort of cough, with deep, ragged, desperate for air breaths in between fits. I am surprised the other passengers didn’t throw me out of the plane. I know they must have wanted to. I certainly wished I could have disappeared.
Anyway, we got to Utah on time. We were supposed to meet up with another guy, Tim, who had a flight coming in two hours later. However, his flight ended up getting delayed by 5 hours, so James and I met up with his brother and sister, and we went to get something to eat. I coughed the whole time. James dropped me off at our hotel because I was so tired from coughing, all I wanted to do was lay down and try to rest. I took a really hot shower and fell asleep right away. I don’t even remember hearing James and Tim come into the room.
The next day we woke up early and headed out for Park City, which is where James has his time share condo. We stopped at a few stores because I needed to buy ski gear. we went to some outlet stores and I got everything I needed for less than 100 bucks.
As we continued on our journey I got to admire the snow and the mountains, but the higher up we got, the more difficult it became for me to breathe. When we stopped for more shopping, I could barely keep up with everyone else. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t seem to expand my lungs to get enough air. Everyone had to keep stopping so I could catch up. I knew the air would be thinner than what I was used to but I really didn’t expect it to affect me as much as it did.
By the time we got to our condo building, I was wiped out. Now James had warned me that he was unable to book the large condo for the trip, and we would be staying in a the one bedroom. I figured that would be fine. James and I could sleep in the bedroom and Tim could have the pull out couch. (I would have preferred to have the bedroom for myself but James and Tim would not even consider sleeping together for one instant.)
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Anyway, the one bedroom turned out to be more of a studio type apartment, with a screen you could pull across the room to close off the bed area. Also, James had not told me that his sister and her two daughters would be lodging with us. I knew his family would be participating in this trip with us but since they lived near the resort area I figured they would just drive up every day. So…it ended up being six people in a one bedroom, one bath apartment. Poor Tim had to sleep on the floor.
Shortly after we got settled into the room, James’ brother and his girlfriend joined us, and we went into town to eat dinner. We stopped at this really nice (and really expensive) steak place. I coughed the whole time. James had my food boxed up for me and he took me back to the room, and he went back to eat with everyone else. When everyone returned from eating, I broke down and asked James to take me to the emergency room. This cough was more complicated than I had thought, over the counter meds were not working, and I was miserable. There was no hospital nearby, but there was a emergency clinic just down the road. we went there and thankfully there was only one other person ahead of me, so I got seen right away. The nurse practioner didn’t hear anything in my lungs and he suspected I could have whooping cough! He prescribed strong antibiotics, a steriodal inhaler, and some nice, strong, narcotic cough syrup. The emergency visit only set me back 66 bucks, which was great because the drugs cost me 200! (I filed a claim with my insurance, so hopefully I will get that money back soon).
we all decided it would be best if I just took it easy the next day, so I stayed in the room (got some blessed privacy) and everyone else hit the slopes. They went to a place called The Canyons of Park City. The next day, I felt I was rested enough and would go up the mountain with everyone else. James registered me in some skiing lessons, along with one of his neices. There were only two other people in the class, and I was really psyched to try it out. The second I strapped on my skis, I knew I was in trouble. The instructor was going really slow with us, but every time I moved in the slightest, I fell down. At first it was funny, but it wasn’t long before I was tired and frustrated. I have no grace or coordination whatsoever. I am the type of person who can’t walk and chew gum at the same time, really. I tried really hard to follow the teacher’s advice on walking up slopes so you wouldn’t slide back down, and on learning to turn and stop, but I just couldn’t seem to get the feel for it. I hate to say it, but I got so frustated with the whole situation, that I gave up. The instructor didn’t want me to, and everyone in my little group was really supportive of my efforts, but simply standing in my skiis was such a great effort all by itself, I wasn’t having any fun. I took off my skiis and headed towards the common area, where for the next few hours I sat and watched all the other people skiing and snowboarding down the mountains. James was disappointed that I wasn’t enjoying myself more, and I felt bad because I knew I looked like a wet blanket. He tried to get me signed up for tubing instead but the tubing activites were only held in the late afternoons. He had paid for me for three days of skiing, but he was able to get his money back for the other two days. I told James not to worry about me, just to ski with his friends and family for another two days. I would be fine hanging out at the condo and we still had plenty of time left over for other things. James had mentioned going snow mobiling and I was looking forward to that. When we went to the place that rented the snowmobiles, we discovered that they had been bought out by The Canyons and the land was under construction. So much for snowmobiling.
The rest of the vacation was a total wash-out. I had expected that we would spend some of the time we were there going to different parts of Utah and seeing sights, hiking, things like that. Instead, we went into the city and took a tour of the Mormon Church. Another night we went into Nevada and gambled at a casino. James and Tim won about 100 bucks a piece if not more. I lost 20 dollars in two minutes and wisely gave up after that.
And that was about it. I have mixed feelings about the whole experience. I enjoyed being able to get away for as long as I did. I got to see snow and mountains. And most of the trip didn’t cost me a dime. I know James meant well and wanted me to have a good time. I feel bad that I didn’t enjoy myself more, but I also feel a little let down that James hadn’t really planned anything beyond the time they spent skiing. I had expressed an interest in seeing and doing as much as possible while we were there before we left on this trip, and James had assured me we would do other things besides ski. So on one hand I feel like a rotten person for not having had a better time when my friend honestly wanted me to enjoy myself, but on the other hand I feel
How would shooting him in the nuts benefit Jesus?
That movie <b>is</b> pretty funny.
You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
Bummer Michelle. Next time you are here talk him into a trip to Moab then south to Bryce Canyon, Zions Ntl Pk, Lake Powell, and Canyonlands. There is no place in the world quite like them.
Did you go to Bendover (Wendover, NV)? Another reason to head south if you are ever here again - VEGAS! It is so much better than Bendover.
You turn me on. But maybe it’s because I just spent 20 years in the jungle, getting it on with anything I could attract with a piece of fruit.